Sitting on the soft sand

 Sitting on the soft sand


Sitting on the soft sand

The sky is showing off

Clouds of gold brighten 

Just as the twilight calls. 


Precious, light-filled evening

Bookending a day

That nearly slipped away

Before this firework started. 


The tide is lapping on the shore

Brave swimmers still defy the cold

Children’s cries float down the beach

Mark summer break in full swing. 


The clouds have turned to russet now

Tinged with yellow edges

 The ferry’s passed - the beach has emptied

This summer’s our to savor. 


Across the sea there’s a feast out there,

July the fourth, Independence Day

Honored more in the breach 

Than in well-scripted observance. 


The people of Kyiv now  fall asleep

Unsure what the morrow brings

They know what independence means

They shed their blood to show it. 

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